Thursday, January 29, 2009

New Year, New President, New Play Opening, Newness Abounds!

I felt the need to have written three blogs by now...but time travel is not an option.

Which is unfortunate for you.

You will never be able to take back the half a minute that I stole from you when you started reading this hoping I was going somewhere.

Any more time you spent reading beyond "I stole from you" is your own fault and I take no blame.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

"It Ain't Me" Opening February 7th

And I wrote it!

"It Ain't Me" ain't getting no press coverage just yet. I hope it does, but with the dailies cutting back on their arts sections, I need to reach out to the Bloggisphere. To be honest, it's not a sphere I know a lot about and haven't had a lot of practice navigating it. I know from word of mouth that SF is sort of the home of the blog culture and that really, I should be able to get something going that way. But I'm not sure where to even start. Do they accept regular press releases? Should it just be an informal email?

So, that is the task to bloggers about the show and attain more web presents.

If you want more information on the show go to: and go out and get it!

Some notes if you are interested: Yes I named the play in part because of the Bob Dylan song, but only in part. It really just ends up having a symatry with the themes in the play. When ever I hear the song I think of the women...yes even when Joan Baez sings it I think of a woman, standing at the window looking in at a man she imagined to be her lover. All her hopes and dreams turn out to be radical myths of love and misconceptions about the person she thinks she wants. All the ways she fantisized a realationship with this man have been so wrong. And she has to let it all go. She took the risk. She's standing on the ledge. And she lost. It's heart breaking and lovely in it's own way. And the play is really about that sort of reality check that happens when we don't get what we want.

"It Ain't Me" opens at El Teatro de la Esperanza on February 7th, but you can see it for free on the 5th and 6th.

I'll see you there.

Boy, I Could Blog Alot if I Didn't Have A Job

There is a great song by Cake. "Heads of state who ride and wrangle/ who look at your face from more than one angle/ can cut you from their bloated budgets/ like sharpened knives through chicken McNuggets."

Let us all be thankful on more than one level that those heads of state have not yet cut me and my job just yet.

Why? You ask. Because then I would be writing more blogs. And after having looked over my spotty and ineffectual career as a "blogger", I would say that my writing less on the internet is probably a good thing. I like to think that this blog is much like opening the book of my life and reading out of whatever page you land on. It's a useless and silly gesture that does nothing for anyone.

And yet, because I am a writer I have a compulsion to write. And here is the whole of the internet out before me. The largest blank page ever known to man. How could I not write? Yet the moral conundrum for any writer should always be "But is what I'm writing worth being read?"

And more often then not, whether we who write to be read like to admit it, the answer is no.

So, take time to be thankful that I have a job. Someone else with something real to say can take up just a little bit more of infinity...


This will not always be the case.

I am, at this moment, formulating a way to stop working and to live like a writer. Off of someone else. I'm tired of being to tired to look at my computer screen. I'm tired of not being able to think for being so out of the habit. I don't know about any other writers and how they work, but I need time to wonder aimlessly about a room, stair at the sky and think about the nature of the color blue, lazily make tea and toast, take long and unnecessary baths, and basically think and dream away from actual writing instruments before I can wield them. I want to read news papers about theatre and get all caught up on the latest. I want to read articles by theatre critics (not theatre reviewers...critics). I want to sit down and read a whole Shakesperian play and not get up until I've read it through and through. And then I want to take a break. And then I want to read another. I want to work...but I don't want to go to the office and put in time and feel so numb. I want to say important and meaningful things when I write. Things worth reading.

For now, I'm going to work my 9-5. I'm going to save and plan. I'm going to get ready to construct a way of life.

And then I'm going to quit my job so I can really work.